If nothing else, I can serve as a bad example. Back on 09/22/12, I kicked off my other blog, www.givemeadaisy.com, by describing how I had come up with a personal keyword theme for the season of autumn: velocity.
Velocity, of course, means speed, pace, swiftness, or rapidity. And that’s exactly what I had in mind: moving as fast as I could to get as much done as possible.
It took a couple of weeks before I realized the extent to which I’d put the cart before the horse by failing to specify a direction. Going for velocity without first identifying a destination—or having a vision of where I wanted to go—is akin to setting a driverless race car careening along a track at high speed. Derailment, or worse, is only a matter of time.
How perfectly like an 8, though. Speed over substance; quantity over quality. The whole thing really made me laugh at myself. It isn’t that I value speed or quantity over substance or quality. It’s just that it’s so much easier for me to go there. It’s easier for me to move. Move where? Anywhere! The direction is often less important than the motion.
I don’t recommend trying this at home.
Fortunately, I recognized my folly before I hit the rails or crashed and burned. I have since decided on a destination and laid in a course. All systems are go. At least now I’m a guided missile.
I’ve struggled for an apt definition of Joycelyn Campbell for years. Now I have one. A guided missile. How very apt! Go J.
LOL! Thank you for sharing…I think. 🙂
I definitely need to forward this to some of my 8 friends! I hope they enjoy the post as much as I did.
Linda, I’m glad you enjoyed this. It’s all grist for the mill, right? 🙂